The soapstone was found by a wanderer named Shanti Pal on the banks of the river Tiya. How he managed to subdue Shanu, there is a huge mine of soapstone nearby. Shanu is sure to find the man. The man took twelve rupees a day, along with three other ha-ghars, they received eight rupees a day. In addition to the incidental expenses, more than thirty thousand have come out. Digin covered Kanchenjunga again. Bozen and Eyes kept thinking about scoring one goal each.
Shanu came to the front again. Impatient, restless, angry.
Uncle.
Huh.
There was a lot of loss.
I understand.
Understand how you are sitting quietly?
What to do?
Something needs to be done.
You've employed four people for two years, that's good. Even if your profit is Lobdanka, many blessings of those four people have been accumulated for you. That is satisfaction.
Shanu stands up with his hands on his hips and looks at his ungrateful, prudent and philosophical uncle with a frown and says, you are becoming a philosopher.
Not going. Gone. Digin carefully grabbed another small Madrasi cigar. At half past eight, his third cup of tea will come. Thirty rupees a kilo of tea, the house is intoxicated by the smell. He said cheerfully thinking about the possible tea, which is gone. Let go That will last in the end.
Don't forget that you also have a share in the money that was lost.
I am saying that I have not forgotten. I will have a share in whatever else is lost. In danger the scholars give up half.
Shanu let out a big sigh and left the room.
He brings Punni tea as soon as he leaves.
Uncle.
Huh.
Tea.
Huh.
Punni puts it on the tea table and says, who is coming again today.
Digin said in surprise, who?
What do I know! - Punni turned her lips and said, I hear who will come.
How many come.-Digin said like a philosopher, who are you talking about?
You don't understand Everyone is saying who will be the father of a deputy magistrate.
He said and Digin took a sip of perfumed tea. Fire-hot tea. Digin can not eat without hot. Digin kept tea utensils in the next room on the second floor as he got cold when he got up on the second floor. Punni arrives just in time, quietly makes tea. There is no sound of the spoon moving in his hand or the handle of the kettle. Heavy lucky girl.
What will he do? - Punni asks.
What to do? Will come
I will not go forward.
Why go to the front? I will come with tea. If you ask something, I will give the answer. He doesn't have to do much.
I will not go forward.
Why?
I do not like
Digin extended his hand and turned on the radio. Being folk. Folklore is a game of breath. Digin turned off the radio. Kanchenjunga is covered with clouds on the soles of the feet.
Uncle.
Huh.
Did you hear what I said?
I heard.
I will not go forward.
Well.
Well, you don't have to. Then the mother will shout, the father will shout, the great-uncle and the great-uncle will shout, it will not happen. I told you, you have to handle all the aspects.
Digin gives ‘who’.
Right? - Punni asks skeptically.
Huh.
What to do?
I'll show Dakli instead of you.
Can't feel it?
Why do you feel? How many girls in such a big family, what exactly is the car going to see? Dali is also our niece. You have no worries.
Punni bends her face. Say, aha.
Digin said, what happened?
Punni sighed and said that Dakli would be caught.
What's the catch? Stealing or not? You don't stay home in the afternoon.
Punni walked away without answering.
A long time ago, Digin did an act once. He invited the drunk to some ducksites. The day before, he bought a huge watermelon, leaked it on one side and took out all the shells, then filled it with coriander, whiskey, brandy, rum, gin etc. and closed the leak. He called a little nephew and sat him on one side of the room and sat himself on the other side. He rolled the watermelon towards his nephew once and his nephew rolled it towards him again. After rolling for an hour like this, Digin had no idea what a deadly atom bomb the watermelon had made in his stomach. The next day, before his friends arrived, he poured the thing into a glass and went to taste it. Gone, coming back the next morning. Friends arrived just in time. But even if they are drunk, they are mortal and the love of some of them is not less. Seeing Digin's condition, they didn't even go near the watermelon. Digin still remembers the noise in his body after that deadly intoxication, and the noise he made when he took sleeping pills with beer last night. However, taking life through various experiments is actually life. If the light does not seem to be resisted as light, does not life?
Siliguri was a small town when Digin came to Siliguri in the late British period in search of fortune. The only station was Ramrama. Passengers from Darjeeling used to have breakfast here before getting off the broad gauge and getting into the narrow gauge toy car. Most of the passengers were then red-faced Mr. Daputa. Besides, the city was sleepy and sparsely populated. That's when Digin got some contract work here, got into the timber business, and got involved in the orange and tea business. At that time the land of Hakimpara including the wooden Tongi house came into his hands. Living alone, there was a man in the kitchen. Divya froze here. Ever since then, it has been his habit to sit on the verandah or at home and lift his legs at the table and see Kanchenjunga with his feet apart on a cloudless day. And his various addictions are formed from a single fool. Starting with digestion, marijuana, bullets, mock left nothing out. Still some of his addiction is not right. Yes